Tripod set, camera positioned and leveled, composition set, aperture, focus, shutter speed set, ready to squeeze the shutter. Steady. Steady. Nope, hold it, hold it. Lost the sun.
So I waited. And waited. And finally gave up as the sky completely clouded over and scotched the kind of photography I was hoping to do, which was to get the neon green of the creek surface as it reflected the sunlit trees towering over us. Some other time maybe, but not today.
So I looked around for something else that might be interesting, and these small rocks resting on the creek bed caught my attention. I liked how they had arranged themselves, almost as if they wanted to be pleasing to the eye. Funny how often that happens, how living things and the forces of nature, earth, wind, water, gravity, friction, leaves, branches, all seem to find ways to whirl themselves around and around, slowly, ever so slowly, and at any given point the cycles within cycles of the natural world will align themselves into something beautiful. Of course, one of the great rewards of nature photography is finding, witnessing, and recording a few of these alignments, great and small, all of which are, to one extent or another, fleeting, even our ancient Ozark hills.